Return to 2002: Freestyle Superstar

Chapter 642 Andy, you are bald!

"They seemed to be bickering."

"Gasquet's face looks like he's broken!"

"What did Chen Ran say to him?"

Many reporters were curious about what Chen Ran had said to him, as Gasquet's expression seemed to be very wrong.

There must have been something going on between these two after the game.

But from the shape of Chen Ran’s lips, I couldn’t tell what he said.

After the game, French reporters kept asking Gasquet questions.

This is the first time in recent years that a French player has entered the year-end finals, and has attracted much attention from the French media.

"Did Chen Ran say anything rude?"

"It must be like this!"

These French reporters gnashed their teeth and united in hatred of the enemy, and immediately surrounded Gasquet.

Gasquet was also helpless, what could he say?
Just repeat what Chen Ran said: You can't beat me even if you take drugs?
That would only bring humiliation upon yourself.

It must not be disclosed.

Because no matter how dissatisfied Gasquet himself was, he had to admit that there was nothing wrong with what Chen Ran said.

Even if I really took drugs, I couldn't beat Chen Ran!
Because drugs cannot improve your skills.

Did you take any drugs before this game? No, I didn’t.

After all, he is now in the center of the storm and dare not take any more risks easily, even if he has a backer.

If I want to continue taking drugs, I will wait until the hype has passed before making any plans.

So in this match, Gasquet was in terrible shape. He only won one game in two sets and was brutally beaten by his opponent throughout the match.

"Why doesn't this arrogant Chinese believe what I say?" Gasquet thought with great dissatisfaction, "Not only does he not want to speak for me, but he also mocks me. I will never be friends with him in my life!"

I have to say that the arrogance of French players, especially white players, is really speechless.

Even though the drug test was positive, he still felt that the other party should speak well of him and consider him, otherwise he would lose his friendship.

It seemed like other players were happy to make friends with him.

As for the reasons he made up, although they seemed ridiculous to Chen Ran, Gasquet still felt they were justified.

He kissed a beautiful woman in a nightclub and tested positive for the virus. Isn't this a normal reason?
Is there a better reason than this?
Gasquet could only answer the reporter's question with a double-talk: "You know, I have been very worried about that incident these days. Although I firmly believe that I am innocent, it has indeed affected my condition, so my performance today was very bad."

"That's all. I look bad because of today's game."

"What did Chen Ran say? I didn't hear it clearly. I lost the game and was in a bad mood. I didn't hear what he said at all."

Several French reporters looked at each other, knowing that the other party was lying but unable to point it out.

On the other hand, Chen Ran also avoided this question.

There is no need to bring the trash talk you say in private to the public, just do it to make yourself feel good.

You have to know that when Liu Xiang occasionally said a few words to boost his morale during the competition, a group of experts and scholars would jump out to criticize him, saying that he was too arrogant and that he would leave a bad impression of Chinese athletes on foreigners, and so on.

In short, we must not surprise our friendly countries.

Maybe they are doing this to attract attention, or maybe they have been kneeling for so long that their knees have become rooted.

If Chen Ran's words just now were exposed, the storm it caused would be several times bigger than Liu Xiang's.

A group of big germs will probably bite Chen Ran tightly. Of course, if Gasquet doesn't want to save face, it doesn't matter if he says this.

At most, he would just have to endure some public pressure, but Gasquet would become a laughing stock in the world of professional tennis.

The joke that "I can't beat Chen Ran even if I take drugs" will accompany this guy throughout his career.

……

"It seems that this year's year-end finals will always be overshadowed by the news about doping."

"I believe Gasquet's condition has also been affected by this news. Although he is not as strong as Chen Ran, the gap between the two sides is not that big."

After the opening match, tennis media around the world made comments such as these.

Many media outlets are unhappy because of the ATP's obvious double standard policy.

Of course, the comments of the American media are very intriguing: "The effect of these drugs in improving tennis is far less than that in athletics or swimming, so there is no need for everyone to pursue Gasquet relentlessly."

Well... after all, their Serena Williams is a licensed drug user.

But don’t American male tennis players take drugs?
It’s just that no one is as stupid as Agassi, who wrote a book himself to provide evidence and sentenced himself to death. Everyone is just more low-key.

If you look closely, you can see that American players have always had excellent physical fitness.

Grand Slam matches are often played over five sets, and players recover quickly.

No matter how many drugs they take, they still can't change the nature of a group of rough guys, and they can't compete with those giant players who have carefully honed their skills.

Women's tennis can rely on talent to dominate, but men's tennis cannot.

(Here we have to mention that there is a guy named Nishioka Yoshihito from our country, who is 1 meters tall. When he competes with European and American players, he looks like a Lilliputian. But he currently has three 70m championships and a 3m runner-up. This result is enough to beat all the male players in our country. The players trained by Xiaozizi have good skills and basketball IQ. In the women's field, black players can rely on their talent to crush others, but in men's tennis, black players may not even be able to beat Xiaozizi, who is 250 meters tall.)
So American men's tennis has declined.

……

The schedule for the year-end finals is very tight, with three games in four days.

Chen Ran only rested for one day and faced his old rival Roddick in the second game.

Both sides knew each other well, and they had a good relationship, so the game was held in a relatively friendly atmosphere.

Sometimes when facing some of Chen Ran's brilliant shots, Roddick could only give a bitter and helpless smile.

As expected of his master, no one can defeat him.

He was helpless, but of course he had already accepted this fact.

6 to 3, 6 to 4!

Chen Ran won the game with almost no resistance.

However, when the two shook hands, Chen Ran looked at Roddick's forehead and suddenly said, "Andy, you are only 25 years old, right?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Uh...you have to take care of your hair. I noticed that your hairline is getting higher and higher."

Upon hearing this, Roddick's face lit up and he touched his head.

He also knew that he had less hair, but was it so obvious? The other person could see it at a glance.

"Chen, I'll pay attention." Roddick replied with a helpless smile.

As he turned around, Roddick muttered to himself: "I can't eat any more, my hair is getting thinner and thinner. I can't beat Chen Ran even if I eat more."

(End of this chapter)